Zhang Quan was so furious he spat blood.
By then, Mo Hua had already pocketed his Corpse Controlling Bell and his ancestors' treasures and was far away.
In the pitch-black night, amid the chaos of cultivators clashing.
Mo Hua used his Concealment Technique to hide his figure and the Water Passing Step to move fluidly like flowing water, shuttling through the Corpse Walking Stronghold, avoiding all attacks and spells, moving unhurt through a thousand flowers.
Only upon reaching a rooftop did Mo Hua stop, release his Divine Sense, and locate Situ Fang.
Situ Fang was engaging in combat with a few zombies controlled by corpse cultivators, alongside two Elders from the Situ Family.
After repelling the enemies, they took a moment to catch their breath, only to hear a crisp voice shout:
"Sister Situ."
Situ Fang looked towards the empty space, and not long after, Mo Hua revealed his shape, smiling as he said:
"I've snatched the Corpse Bell."
Situ Fang was stunned, "You really managed to snatch it?"
Mo Hua shook his little hand, holding three copper bells in his grasp.
These bells were even more exquisitely made, tied with blood ropes, with even more complex patterns on them, clearly indicating that the zombies they controlled were also more powerful.
Not only Situ Fang, but even Situ Jin and the other stern-faced Elder Situ were visibly shaken.
They had snatched the enemy's trump card in the midst of battle?
Initially shocked, Situ Fang then felt a surge of joy, her expression lifted as she said:
"Elders, let us make quick work of this fight and take down the Corpse Walking Stronghold!"
"Good!"
The two Elders of the Situ Family nodded in agreement.
Without the Iron Corpse, their reservations vanished, and they attacked without restraint.
With two Foundation Establishment cultivators taking the lead, the Situ Family's cultivators were unstoppable, overpowering the enemy in an instant.
There were corpse cultivators who had taken Corpse Blood Pills to drastically increase their cultivation, transforming them into the dead.
But these corpse cultivators originally had only Qi Refinement cultivation, and their cultivation techniques and Taoist skills were mediocre; no matter how many pills they popped, they were no match for Foundation Establishment cultivators.
They only lasted a little bit longer, that's all.
Mo Hua then found Bai Zisheng and Bai Zixi, "Let's capture Zhang Quan, don't let him get away!"
Bai Zisheng was overjoyed, "Good!"
Zhang Quan indeed wanted to run.
Corpse Walking Stronghold could not withstand anymore.
The Formation was broken, and without the Corpse Controlling Bell to control the Iron Corpse, the fall of Corpse Walking Stronghold was just a matter of time.
If something is beyond one's ability, there's no point in forcing it.
As long as the green mountains remain, there will always be wood to burn.
Zhang Quan collected some key items, then changed into the clothes of an ordinary bandit, blending into the crowd, trying to slip away quietly.
The Corpse Walking Stronghold was in chaos, filled with cultivators chasing each other and others trying to escape.
For the time being, no one noticed Zhang Quan.
But while he could deceive others, he couldn't deceive Mo Hua.
When Mo Hua realized Zhang Quan was missing, he gently stepped forward, sticking to the wall, and ascended to a tall pavilion within the Corpse Walking Stronghold, pushing his Divine Sense to the utmost.
In the chaotic battle, the Spiritual Power of cultivators was distinctly visible.
Strong or weak, their colors, and their attributes were all crystal clear.
Mo Hua looked around and spotted a rich aura of Spiritual Power in a corner.
The aura was the color of muddy earth, gloomy with Filthy Qi, being severely suppressed as if fearful of being detected.
With a flick of his little hand, Mo Hua pointed, "Over there!"
Bai Zisheng followed the direction of his pointing.
Indeed, in a corner against a stone wall, a cultivator dressed like a bandit was crouching, pretending to be scared while casting ominous glances around, looking for a chance to flee.
"You son of a bitch, where do you think you're running?"
Bai Zisheng shouted, swinging his right hand to draw out a long spear, its might powerful as he lunged towards Zhang Quan like a dragon.
At the same time, Bai Zixi flicked her hand to form an incantation, and three golden Sword Qi converged, shining with a white fire, streaking through the air towards Zhang Quan.
Zhang Quan's scalp tingled as he hastily got up to flee; but as he turned awkwardly, his right shoulder was still nicked by the tip of Bai Zisheng's spear, leaving a bloody mark.
At the same time, Bai Zixi's Sword Qi arrived.
Zhang Quan dodged two strikes but was pierced by the third through his shoulder. Sword Qi twisted in the wound, white Spiritual Fire searing, causing unbearable pain.
"You motherfuckers!"